This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. If stories of open marriage are not your thing, then this is not for you.
Thank you Eviant for your great job in editing this, it is always a pleasure working with you.
Thank you to my amazing wife for being my muse.
(Though the character names are the same from Forgotten Gear, the stories stand alone)
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The whistle blew signaling the end of practice, and the end of another hour of staring at the Coach. Ann was so lost in the vision of the coach picking up the equipment that she hadn't noticed Aaron trotting off the field.
"Hey mom, coach wanted to talk to you for minute."
"Huh, what?"
Aaron took a long pull of water from his bottle before answering, "He asked me to tell you he wanted to talk to you before we left." He sat down and worked his shin guards off as Ann walked onto the field.
What the heck could he want? She asked herself as she brushed her hair into place, and straightened her top as best she could. Of all the damned times he could talk to you, he picks when you are in your workout clothes!
A radiant smile formed on her lips as she approached Coach Luke. "Aaron said you wanted to talk to me?" She stopped a few steps from him, praying that her hammering heart rate wouldn't show in her voice.
"Aye, I did," he answered, his left leg propped on a soccer ball, "I've seen ya' bustin' yer hump around da' track 'ere. I didn't know if you'd be interested in having a trainer? Soccer is a great workout, and I'd be willing to give ya some lessons, get yer heart rate up a bit higher than walking the track. Nothing crazy mind ya, just some basic moves, but the workout comes through the practice. Figure if ya' let me work ya' for a few weeks, a little one on one to see if you like it, and we can go from there. The cold weather's coming, so we only got a handful of weeks outside left anyway."
Trainer... his lips are so full and sexy... one on one...look at his arms...heart rate up...his physique is so fine... "That sounds like fun. Can you start next week?" came her reply when her senses returned. She was nearly shaking being this close to him, and here she was trying to plan some alone time? How in the blue hell was that going to work? Her infatuation with him was so strong she couldn't be within ten feet of him without her pulse racing, her palms going sweaty, and panties getting soaked.
"Well, yeah, we could do it next week, but I was thinking we could start today, unless your track time today has you too tired?"
She felt like she had just slammed a shot of whiskey. "Umm, yeah ok...today works. Uhh...how much do you charge, and how long is each session?"
"To be honest 'wid ya' I'm not too sure on cost. I'm guessing each session will be ninety to a hundred twenty minutes, depending on you. We could try a couple and see what is a fair number to charge? Sound fair to ya'?"
"Yeah, sounds good. So when do you want me back here? I'm not looking forward to looking silly in front of people, just so you know!"
Luke's smile was roguish, sexy and disarming all at once. Ann could feel her knees buckle under his smoky gaze. "Meet me at my place in an hour. We'll have the space there and ya' won't need to worry about spectators. My yard's private, with enough space to work. Ya' got a pen?" Luke wrote his address down and handed it to her. "I'll see ya' in a bit." He went back to picking up the gear, and Ann continued to stare for just a moment too long; he turned back and caught her gazing longingly at him before she turned and trotted back to Aaron.
"What did coach want?" he asked, obviously anxious to get home.
Ann smiled at him, "He's going to help me exercise. He's going to show me some soccer moves, and help me get into shape; that way when you practice with me I won't get beat so badly!"
Ten minutes later, they were home, and she was nervous. Mitch knew about her crush on Coach Luke, and even encouraged her to flirt with him when she could. Her nerves were getting the better of her and she knew it showed.
"Hun, what's the matter? You're acting all skittish?"
"I uh...well...my walking the track has paid off some. I got offered a spot with a personal trainer...he offered his services to me for the next few weeks, at least."
"Cool. I told you that you were doing great. When do you start?"
She smiled at him, "In about forty minutes, at his place..."
"His place? Who does personal training out of their home?" Mitch asked, his interest suddenly piqued.
"Coach Luke offered to give me some soccer lessons; he was talking about what a great work out the sport is, and said he'd show me some basic stuff I can use with Aaron."
A look of slight disbelief crossed Mitch's face. "Are you pulling my leg here? The coach you are crushing on wants to be your personal trainer at his house? What is this, a Penthouse Letter?"
"Get real. He's a younger man for one. I'm a married woman, for two. And for three, he's looking to do some personal training, and I get to be a customer; no big deal."
"So, how long are these sessions supposed to be?"
"Luke said about an hour to two hours, depending on my conditioning." She grabbed a water bottle and filled it as Mitch digested this.
"You want Chinese food for dinner? The kids will go for it."
"Yeah, sounds good. I'll be home right around dinner time. Wish me luck!" She kissed him and the kids' goodbye, and headed for her first lesson.
Pulling into his driveway, she saw one car, and hoped it was his. Walking into the back yard as he told her to, her nerves the better of her. What if he makes a move on you? Are you going to tell him no? Do you want to tell him no? But these questions were quickly pushed from her mind when she entered his yard. At one end, a soccer net was set up facing about a dozen, scattered cones and several soccer balls. What the hell did you get yourself into!? She wondered.
Within minutes, he had her doing a control drill with the ball around the cones. She'd watch in amazement as Luke would slice between the cones with the ball. Then when it was her turn, she'd try like hell, but couldn't move very quickly or accurately. At least the effort was there. After twenty minutes of this, she was winded and cranky.
"Listen, I think you're tryin' a bit too hard. It looks like a small matter of how you are using your feet to guide the ball." Luke dropped to one knee in front of her and took her left leg in his hands. When he held her calf and foot, she nearly lost it. His touch was electric, so firm and demanding. Turning her foot this way and that he showed her how to best strike the ball. "You really ought to have some shorts too. These work out pants, or capris, or whatever ya call 'em, aren't good for soccer."
"I'll have some shorts next week." Using her new technique, she was able to work her way through the cones at a much better pace with the control she needed.